Fisher of fish or Fisher of men?

Some of you may have noticed once again I’ve been blog AWOL lately. A couple of reasons I’m depressed because I have such a small following and I’m thinking why am I doing this? Then I have to remind myself that it’s my therapy for not going on a one trip to crazy town.

Since my wife is my editor, I don’t want to burden her with dealing with my drivel as she works two jobs takes care of her elderly parents who live in apartment in our house. We have our business failing with my older son trying to keep it together through a rough divorce.  Oh, and we just took in an 18-year-old kid from a household with an alcoholic dad and a mother barely keeping it together, they showed him door.  The kid has a big heart, is hard worker with anger issues.  My youngest is struggling with his faith and wrestling with being 18 where dad is stupid, and mom is a clear and present danger to his freedom.

Both my wife and I went through COVID aftereffects for me it includes balance problems (she got through it better). I’m still dealing with post stroke physical and mental depression issues.  I found out that I have a jellybean sized kidney stone and that I need a pacemaker and a Watchman. 

This is not a pity party, for I give thanks to God every day for my provision, my children my house and my little piece of paradise.  My home, my wife and my spirit that somehow still survives the onslaught of life.  What does one do when the multi-tasking of life becomes too much? 

For me, I seized the moment and got a good medication.  My wife went to the sporting goods dept at Walmart and got me an ample supply of live worms dug out my Tiger rod and reel and at 7:00 am on Sunday morning went fishing on our artesian pond and I got well needed relief. 

Fishing for bass and bluegill is an easier gig then what Jesus told them to be more than fishermen but be fishers of men.  As I fished alone, I also went trolling for souls and got my youngest son asking my wife to go to church for the first time in over a year and our quasi-adopted son to nibble on a little Jesus.  


The bottom line is just go fishing.  Fish don’t ask tough questions, don’t judge and just want to be thrown back to swim with their buddies.  They got a free meal of worm de jute..  Stress and depression is arrested for another brief period of time.

Until next time May God carry you all through another day/week. To top it off I’m going to order chicken wings delivered and watch the Green Bay Packers play and go off to sleep.

God cover you all and try to cheer up and when you can’t just take time to go fishing or on a clear night go outside sit and look up at the stars you and your problems and despair are not the center of the universe its infinity is centered in your heart guard it and share it agape.